Sunday

Twenty-four hour grocery stores and department stores
are indeed public spaces where you can go and live
minutes per aisle - even if you are not homeless
but would you start a poem there?

Could I block out all of the customers at the restaurant and
dwell two feet tall among the tables and booths
and table cloths like tents and
plants and decorations like memorial parks

Why did you do this to me?
Where are you?

I am a ghost who barely appears on in-store security TV monitors
I quit my job and work in the restaurant
I live back there where the the dirty dishes go
Do I really need sleep?

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